No entry for today. But if there was, it would consist entirely of the words “fuck them fuck them fuck them fuck them fuck them fuck them fuck them fuck them fuck them fuck them fuck them” over and over again. Like that except more. No, nothing political, just personal. It could be that this is all due to a mistake, which is why I didn’t write an entire post grousing about it. I’ll know more tomorrow. In the meantime, I really have to watch those Shaun of the Dead and Firefly dvds so I can pop them in the mail to Netflix. Laters.
You can take the girl out of the goth, but you’ll never take the goth out of the girl: here’s Peter Murphy and Trent Reznor doing “Reptile,” with a bonus for Love and Rockets fans:
Um… PS: I guess it’s some Livejournal rule, but the X-rated wonders promised within by the “say U R at least fourteen” button that pops up at the links are more juvenile than X-rated. Still, probably NSFW.
I went ahead and made an appointment with the ear specialist. I’m still putting the wax dissolver stuff in my ear, but very little is coming out and it’s still stuffed up. I’ve actually had this problem on and off since I was a teenager, but it hasn’t been this bad in a long time. (Like, in twenty years, that kind of long time.) So I probably need a real cleaning.
Mine still aren’t working. I got back from the doctor a little while ago — I gave him seventy bucks to tell me that yes, my ear is plugged up with wax, but no, I don’t have an infection. So there is one thing I don’t have to worry about. He gave me a referral to an ear, nose, and throat specialist, but since I don’t have insurance he advised me to give the ear-wax removal stuff another try. I’ve been doing that — I did get a little bit out, but not enough to unplug me. If a few days of wax-removal stuff doesn’t work, I guess my next step is to make an appointment with the specialist and find out how many limbs and pints of blood I have to sell.
Okay, you’ve probably all been waiting with bated breath (all 2.5 of you) for an update on my ear situation. Well, the stuffiness has gone down a slight bit — I do think that part of the problem with my ear is it’s swollen inside the ear canal from some sort of irritation (like from me pouring gunk down it and sticking Q-tips in it, or allergies or an infection of some sort) as much as a wax buildup. The decongestants did help a little. Of course, now that my ear isn’t bothering meas much I am getting a swelling in my left eyelid. It’s on the same side of my face as the problem ear, hmm. It could be from the soap I’ve been using — I started using a different soap, one of those hard herbal bars. Bar soap seems to be harsher than liquid soap, at least where my face is concerned.
That reminds me, one question about the St. Louis, Missouri area I keep forgetting to ask is what is the water quality like? I’m used to Florida’s mineral-heavy gunk, which creates kidney stones, and it takes me ages to rinse off soap and shampoo.
Today I woke up late, due to a peculiar silence which I realized meant the power had gone out and none of those little humming sounds I take for granted (refrigerator, DVR, a/c going on and off) were present. So the power was off, which meant no coffee, so I fed the cats and went back to sleep. (When I move up north I’m going to try to get an apartment with a gas range, so if the power goes out I can at least make some coffee.) The power came back on about two and a half hours later, but the day was shot by then. Oh well, it’s Columbus Day (or as it will be known after Obama takes power*, “Evil White Oppressor Day”), so a lot of people are off.
I will go to the doctor for my ear some day this week, I promise.
*What, you don’t think he, or rather, his followers, are just going to roll over and accept a loss, do you?
The really incorrigible cat hopped up onto the counter and stuck his nose into the bowl with the cheese sauce. With his butt hanging in the open flame underneath the pasta pot. The first thing we noticed was the terrible smell of burning fur. He was totally oblivious to the fact that his butt was on fire, and pretty ticked off when we scooped him off of the counter and went outside and rubbed his backside in the snow.
Oh, yeah, and he licked off the fur with the singed ends, and then puked up a nasty furball from it.
If one of my cats caught their butts on fire, and had to have said butt “rubbed out in snow” or any other water-related substance, I rather doubt that “totally oblivious” would be their reaction. (The post this comment is attached to is also funny, having to do with an oven + forgetfulness mishap. Not that I’ve ever done such a thing, at least not since last night a long time ago, pinky swear.)
I was going to set up a stylesheet for this blog with this picture on the header, but I made it too big, and I’m too tired to figure out how to make it small enough for it to fit in the blog header without taking over the page but not so small that they can’t see my little joke:
(Click for the full picture.) On the other hand, my joke might be too obscure for most people and they’ll just think I’ve gone to the other side, so it’s just as well. Maybe if I mention somewhere that Obama has his own Dish Network channel?
Update: actually, it doesn’t look bad in reduced size. Hmm…
I don’t know how long this will last, but gas prices are dropping like a stone. In some places in the Orlando area regular is below $3.00 per gallon. Makes me wish I had waited a few more days to fill up. (Oh well, I was nearly on empty anyway. I like to live life on the edge, man.)
